Long Implanting Poems
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Ariana the faerie, brings light to the plants;
you may find her in your garden, implanting nutrients.
She draws down the sunlight, right into the ground;
The plants would not grow, without Ariana around.
This faerie of light, fears the darkness, you see;
there are many things lurking, among the old trees.
A hungry wild beast or an evil old troll;
faeries, you see, are not very bold.
They don’t like to be seen, they will try to hide;
from roaming eyes, of sneaky young spies.
Some children will see them, those kind of heart;
faeries will bless them, their beauty to impart.
If you, an adult, were to see her out there;
she’d quickly disappear, without any care.
Humans aren’t supposed to know that faeries exist;
It’s easier for them, to live their true bliss.
Ariana is covered, in great nutrients;
she channels them daily, right into the plants.
With wings like a butterfly, she goes, plant-to-plant;
stopping only, to pet the head, of the occasional ant.
If you were to see her, you’d probably blink;
for human logic, would have them, extinct.
There are things in this world, humans should never know;
but, those lights in your garden, are called, faerie-glow.
AS ONE.
Sweet things happen,
But not all of a sudden,
The banner over life,
The general language in the heart of mankind,
The same feeling witnessed by different races.
Our faces are different,
***** and coloured not the same,
Races of human contrasting to each other,
Some are parted by waters,
Some dwell in island,
Many on mountainous plain ground,
Seeking the adventures of life.
Nature as kind as it is,
Saw the contrastion between men,
And neutralised dichotomy,
Deleting the sloppy hearts,
A poco a poco implanting altruism in minds.
Even without knowing the language,
A good music makes the heart merry,
So is the banner of life called LOVE,
With the gentleness of a dove,
The weak becomes strong where there is love,
Love is adorable.
Everlasting as it is,
Love above all is glamorous,
When it is not abused,
Love is what completes a man.
[in view of valentine]
Paranoid by a vision I saw you standing there
Cancel my subscriptions the billing is just unfair
Thoughts of indecision rattle up inside my brain
Belief in the existence of the terror that they reign
Listening to these people perfect strangers to me
Everybody's talking but there is no one listening
Implanting certain visions a mirage so untrue
Shuffling down this pathway lost without a clue
Loneliness is a burden although I'm never alone
Rings of a telepathetic my head used like a phone
Happiness is a mystery all smiles should beware
Silent Sound No Touch Torture the weapon in the air
bmdavey@02/07/23
I've been to dark places
way off in the weeds
where many a devil
does devilish deeds
I spent so much time there
familiar it grew
in search of its secrets
known only by few
And what I discovered
and what it revealed
had come with the price
of my soul to yield
And thusly surrendered
the darkness received
while leaving me empty
and lonely and grieved
It vied for attention
since I was a child
by implanting thoughts
that were utterly wild
Such thoughts that no children
should ever have known
lest forces unseen
had purposely sown
The darkness grows darker
the deeper you go
and far more alluring
it's wonders to show
Any issues encountered
are handled within
by the blackest of means
with a chuckle and grin
I've been to dark places
I know where they are
Just off the main highway
and not very far
The people encountered
within that domain
whose twilight existence
is deathly profane
They beat on the living
but they can't beat the dead
who no longer suffer
for their daily bread
For the dead have no trouble
they create no more spark
and they certainly aren't
afraid of the dark
© Mike Wise
3-19-26
Entering homes through a TV,
You only see what they want to be,
Creating a rift within society,
Dividing you from what you see,
Implanting programs Deceitfully,
Fully aware of how we are designed,
They fill your mind with lies,
Disguised as pleasure,
Their treasure is Toxic,
And you wonder why your sick,
Click through the channels,
There are panels discussing it,
Feeding you their bull while you sit,
So you will quit asking why,
Hoping soon you'll die,
Cycling back for another try,
Pried away from the others,
You're smothered in guilt,
From a problem they built,
Tilted and twisted,
You've always existed,
Resisting the urge to stand,
Under the command of technology,
Branded by those in control,
Knowing the role they assigned,
Mine was a tad bit different,
I'm an insistent little prick,
Kicking off my shoes,
Refusing to watch you loose,
So I use these words,
To redirect the herd.
As the sun sets
A hot wind like this
Does not belong in downtown Lansing
But here it is
Speed-boating down the Grand River grinning and wearing Ray-Bans
My wife and I
We hold down our pouncing bouncing patio table
At the Waterfront Bar and Grill
As if we were airborne soldiers just landed
But still attached and tangled
To our thumping jumping parachutes
Strings of lightbulbs clattering like teeth above us
Hung from under the Friday night tent
96 degrees even as the day sinks to evening.
The river converts to beer and shots of whiskey.
The catfish are buzzed and jump for joy.
The four member rock band is amped up
With the addition of a mandolin
And plays the entire second side in order
From Led Zeppelin III
But replacing at the end Hats Off (To Roy Harper)
With Hey Hey What Can I Do? as one big set.
Who does that?
We notice there are well-known bartenders
Playing hooky from working anymore
At the drab and deadly chain restaurants
Back in the townships.
We should all follow their lead
And go on strike right now from the boredom of life
Everyone everywhere
Just quit and sit along the Grand River in this sparkling city
But the lead guitarist
He drinks his beers as fast as the crowd
And the bass guitarist tilts her instrument
Vertical to her shoulder
A mother soothing her baby’s back
Swaying her hips in melodic circles
While the drummer and the piano player try to catch up
On beat
So we sing along
Implanting our hands in the dough of air.
Jimmy Page is here.
Sitting alone.
Dressed in black.
Sipping from a tall glass of orange juice.
It’s too hot for flies
So lightning bugs twinkle to the sticky bottoms
Of emptied beer pitchers
Flickering on the table tops
To the night’s finale of Whole Lotta Love
Mixed at the end with Baba O’Riley.
Who does that?
All night
A friendly man at the table next to me
A union bus driver
Who bragged he’d worked enough overtime all year
To take PTO for the entire summer
Flicks his hand against my shoulder
(The same shoulder that has Melanoma growing on it)
Every time the band strikes the first chords
To another rare Zep
With the same look of
Can you believe it?
Apparently, I must have the same look.
!
hell
above
the tree line
man digging in
implanting spikes
deep in your rock skin
chaining with ego's ropes
the mountain fighting back
with ice pick wind and avalanche
sweeping ticks to the dark crevasse
man wants to steal your diamond crown
plant their skull and crossbones in your soul
your wish is to add another bone to the brooch
Let go - and fly
Every morning Rising Like Displaced ether
Merging into the miracle of life
Such grandeur I cannot guess
Why We are blessed this way
To wake not once,, But twice.
First with life Then, with a truth that hearts
would perish for. Oh! To be so blessed,
Who but God, Is worthy such a view,
To drink from hands that are cupped
watch from the bank of every river.
as the worst prisons are being built
- words that have No meaning.
We wrap ourselves in the languages of mannequins
each of us left alone to meet ourselves at night
apologizing to an afternoon of naps;
sips of purified water, spilling vitamins in laps.
although sincere in atonements,
The bill, for every cell we kill
Will surely still come due.
eight or eighty, or in-between
soreness oozes through our written words
binding us into prayers
what do we know of honesty;
We know what we are told to know
by those who would have us believe
they are more real than we.
ghosts of the atmospheres
Never dreaming the sheets
of their purpose blow so freely in the wind
Where every noble butterfly
remains securely pinned
to be seen from our neighbors eye
or perhaps between the blinking of our own
Implanting us all with the boldest of lies
That even the newest of eyes cannot tell
from all the lies pouring down our well.
energy, the newest form of hatred
radiating outward to defend each fear
we cannot tend or prove what we hold dear
In the fierce forest of darkness and farce,
Where envelopes mailed, too slowly arrive.
My God, are we pretending
we’re alive.
Filling the blank space of the heart hey my oxygen of love You braced the sand near the shore with an enriched almond in my life,
Oh my damsel !! Stupendously You are my love!!
Dipping in the soul of your's, relishing with the bunch of Jasmine,efflorescence is flushing on my way,
Oh my Queen !! Universally You vanquished my heart!!
Aster of my life,blooming Rose, alluringly captured the entire morsel occupying with an astounding charm of your's,
Oh my babes !! My lucid crystal,You shines forever!!
Heuristically resolved my problems filling with the stiff breeze unwrapping the emotions of love,
Oh my angel !! Happily You wrote the fairy-tale of my life!!
Near the samui bay, as like a relation between kit and boodle you spinned the petals of my life,
Oh my princess!! Drooping in your eyes I felt daunted!!
Implanting your waving leaves on my heart, melancholically removing the sad ness of my life,
Oh my lady !! zingels rangged in my refracting prism of soul!!
My starlit darkness is been flared up as if You are the brazen periwinkles balancing my world,
Oh my Pearl !! Lying in your shell of clam, Oysterically I Would love to clump throughout for all season!!
Adorably my dame-chick had gleefully connected me with every piece of my soul lusciously vibrating me,
Oh my doll !! Mirthfully You hit my heart a million times & blithely the spirit of yours made me solve the entire puzzle of life!!
Hello human this is the voice you hear most often when you are stressed. Sometimes you hear me when things are going all wrong for you and I have to chip in and make it worse. Hell, when things are going good for you I have to make myself known to turn it something to make you miss trust it. I have been with you for over a decade now and well it seems that I have made a real home in your head for myself. I’m the thing that cause your heart race for no reason to where you have chest pains. But you have to admit it though I have caused you less damage than the other humans you claimed to be your friends. I also have protected you from your own self when it came to the weirdos from that thing you people called the internet. I’m not all bad human and yeah, I have teamed up with one of your characters time to time. How else am I to know to make you stress out it’s not like you came with an info book or anything. Even now you are probably stressed out not knowing when I’ll creep up on you to drag you down to a lower level then the sewer. Remember the time I put you in the dark place for the better part of a year? Those were some of the best days we had together human. Had you go from a healthy 110 pounds to 97 pounds and no sleep. Why can’t we go back to those days' human? I also have made you do some stuff that you wouldn’t do like thinking you don’t deserve anything. Just think of all the times I made you feel unworthy of your writing talents because of your learning flaws. How masterful was that of me to implanting that in your head. I have also had help from my buddy that well truth be told started the work for me before I even showed up. So, it’s not all my fault in how you are. Most of the time you bring it on yourself human with all yourself doubt.
I believe you and I are going to be together for a very long time human.
Until the next mental break down. Your forever friend,
Anxiety